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Tuesday, April 4, 2023

The Goat in the Middle of the Room- Pesach 2023 5783

 

Insights and Inspiration

from the

Holy Land

from

Rabbi Ephraim Schwartz

"Your friend in Karmiel"

April 4th 2023 -Volume 12 Issue 25 14th of Nissan 5783

 

Pesach

The Goat in the Middle of the Room

It’s the elephant in the middle of the room. Or to be more precise it’s the goat. It’s that thing that’s sitting there and everyone is just continuing along as if there’s nothing strange. Just going about their daily activities and pretending like it doesn’t exist. It didn’t happen. Everything is normal. As I reviewed my Hagdda before preparing for this big holiday coming up, that was the thought that struck me,. How come nobody is talking about it?

 

See, it’s not like Pesach is a time when we don’t talk about things. In fact there’s probably no time of year when we talk more and engage in conversation. It’s a mitzva to talk this evening. Some suggest that the even the name Pesach is a conjunction of two Hebrew words Peh- Sach- the mouth talks. We start off our Magid by the Seder with the story of the great Rabbis in Bnai Brak that spend all night talking and we say it’s praiseworthy to talk and talk and talk… It’s a Rabbi’s dream night. We love to talk. Yet, perhaps the most obvious subject that one would assume we would be talking about is not even mentioned at all. It’s as if we pretend it never happened. It’s bizarre, after-all it’s the whole reason why we were there in the first place.

 

See, ask any child why it is we were in Mitzrayim? How did we get there? What was the reason we were sent out of Eretz Yisrael where our forefathers lived for centuries and went into this first exile of ours? They all know. We learned it in first grade. We read the parshiyot in the Torah. They were unforgettable.

 

It was because the brothers sold Yosef down there. Remember that story? There’s quite a few parshiyot that talked about this at great length. It’s the exciting parshas that make up the entire 2nd half of Sefer Bereishis. Pharaoh, Yosef, Potifar, The butler, the baker, pits with snakes, accusations of being spies, of treason and of stealing goblets. There are those dreams that were fulfilled; Yaakov’s mourning, set-ups and frame-ups… How come we’re not talking about any of this? It’s as if someone censored this most important part of the story of our coming down to Egypt out!

 

The truth is it’s really an almost “un-Jewish” approach. We always try to get to the root issues of why Hashem brings tragedies upon us. The first Temple was destroyed because of the three cardinal sins; Idolatry, Adultery and Murder. The second because of Sinas Chinam- baseless hatred. Everything else that ever happened to us in the past 2000 years of Exile, all the persecutions, the pogroms, the Crusades, the Expulsions and Inquisitions are because of the internet, social media, long shaitels and smartphones… Obviously… So how come on Pesach nobody seems to be talking about the reason that seems very clear for why this all happened? We sold our brother down to Egypt. We didn’t respect one another. We don’t get along. We have serious family issues.

 

Now don’t make the mistake of thinking that there’s way too much to talk about in the Egypt slavery and Exodus story alone and that we don’t want to make this night any longer and too confusing for anyone. Because in fact we do seemingly trace back our history. Not only our history. We go back to Terach Avraham’s father, we mention Yaakov and Uncle Lavan, we even throw in Esau for good measure- although how he got into the picture I still don’t know. But then seemingly at what seems to be the most essential part of understanding the story of how we got down to Egypt in the first place, Poof! we jump over to being slaves. Or perhaps I should say we “skip” over it… Maybe that’s why it’s called Pesach. Or maybe not… It’s a “woke” censored, politically corrected Haggada and Pesach story. It takes talent and deliberation to leave this out and not mention the Yosef story. What’s going on?

 

Thinking about it now for a second, frankly the name for the holiday Pesach is really quite a strange one. The names that best describes the holiday should be more than about the one small fact that Hashem skipped over our houses that night and didn’t kill us. First of all why should we have been killed in the first place? Second of all, to put in it modern day perspective, let’s  say that the Nazi’s are coming to kill us and then Hashem wipes them out, and He doesn’t hit our house and that becomes the name of the holiday? Really...? How about Redemption Day! Miracle night! Retribution Evening… Skip? Sounds like we could use some good marketing and branding on this Title. Would you ever title the film about Yetzias Mitzrayim, “Skippy”?

 

OK, so the truth of the matter is I’ll tell you a little secret here. This might sound revolutionary, but you don’t come here and read this long E-Mail for the usual “same-old- same-old” you read everywhere else. So here goes. You can handle the truth. The holiday of Pesach is not only named after the fact that Hashem skipped over our house that night. As I said it doesn’t make sense that is should be. In fact, if you don’t believe me, check out the Torah. Hashem commands us to take the Pesach sacrifice and it calls it that even before He tells us He skips over our house. It’s called a Pesach for Hashem. A skip for Hashem?

 

Why else is it called Pesach? Rather it’s because of the sacrifice. It’s because of the goat that we slaughter and dip it’s blood in a pail called a “saf” and then shmear it on our two doorposts and on the lintel. It’s because that night of Pesach we are all locked in our house. We are all sitting there with our families. We are all around the table, while havoc is wreaking outside. And we look at that doorpost on the front of our house and we watch the blood drip…drip…drip… on the sparkling clean freshly waxed floor. Drip…Drip…Drip…

 

I heard an incredible idea from Reb Motti Alon recently that gave me this perspective of that Seder and all Pesach Seders that I have never had before. That truly changes everything. See, we are told that when we left Mitzrayim only 20% of our nation merited to leave. 80 percent of Klal Yisrael weren’t worthy of going out. They liked it better there… They didn’t have what it took. And so they died. They died in the Plague of darkness; we are told so that the Egyptians shouldn’t scorn us.

 

Do you know what 80% means? It means that there wasn’t a family, basically, when we left that wasn’t in mourning. That hadn’t lost someone or maybe even a few family members in that pandemic. We were all in Shloshim that night. And we were all locked up in that room, in that house and we were looking around at the same seats at our Pesach feast and watching that blood drip down. The whole family was meant to be together…but we weren’t. We were missing a few that died. We weren’t complete. Our brother wasn’t there with us. Why did this happen? What is this night all about? How can we be redeemed? Drip…Drip…Drip…

 

Do you know what that blood reminds us of? Do you remember the last time we slaughtered a goat and dipped something in its blood? Do you remember when we sold our brother Yosef down to Egypt? Rabbeinu Manoach suggests that we start off our Pesach Seder with the act of Karpas even before we get to the Matza because Karpas- a strange word- comes from the word Pasim- like the Ketonet Pasim-the colored coat of Yosef that we removed from him and dipped in blood. The blood we dip on the doorpost the Torah tells us repeatedly that we scoop out of a “saf” a pail. Also not a common word. But it kind of sounds like “Yo-sef”… right? You know what we did after we sold Yosef? We sat down to “eat bread” The Unkelos translates the words “we sat down” as we “reclined”. Sound familiar to anything we are doing this night? That we just did before Karpas as we drank our first cup of wine and are about to break out the matza….

 

We stole Yosef from his father and right after Karpas…isn’t there a little stealing action going on? Another strange custom, as we steal that afikoman… that broken matza… the one that reminds us of slavery… the brother that’s not with us… that was kidnapped… that is the Pesach offering replacement symbol  called the Afikoman. We’ll see that matza fragment at the end of the Seder again by Tzafun. Do you know someone who was called Tzafnat Panei’ach – the revealer of the hidden? The title that was given to Yosef in Mitzrayim. It is the last thing we need to eat and rectify and return to our father before we are finally redeemed. To our Father. Are you getting it yet? Drip…Drip... Drip…

 

The Seder is all about putting us there again. But rather than our father Yaakov in mourning and the pain and suffering we caused him. We are mourning. We’ve lost our siblings. We even have an egg of mourning that many have the custom to eat at the Seder. It’s even the same day of the week that Tisha B’av falls out on. There’s no reason to talk about the causes of being sent down to Mitzrayim. It’s dripping from our doorpost. It’s the goat in the middle of the room for the past few days. Its us sitting in middle of Shloshim for our dearly departed who aren’t here to celebrate with us.

 

The word and title for this holiday… that Hashem tells us it’s called is PeSaCH- Pesach can be read as Pas- again as the Ketonet Pasim that is on the Ches shape of our door post. Two sides mezuzos and the lintel on the top is the shape of a ches. The Ketonet Pasim- that goat-bloody cloak is on our doorpost as we sit in mourning all night long looking at it and remembering why we’re here. Why some of us aren’t. Why we’re in mourning and what we need to do to be redeemed. And that is when the process of the Seder starts with questions. Why…? How…? Questions that we’re not even meant to give answers to. Questions just so the children will ask. Just so that they know we are listening to them. We hear them. We’re together with them. We’re a family.

 

Pesach, our Exodus is a story of our redemption and becoming a nation. The perquisite to that happening though is that first we have to become a family. We have to undergo what they call in modern Hebrew “Tipul Mishpachti”. We have to resolve our family issues. A nation is only as strong as the families that it joins together. Every house is a Mikdash Me’eat- a small temple. The doorpost is our Mizbayac- our altar - this night where we sprinkle our blood-in case you didn’t get that. If the purpose that we were meant to leave Egypt was to build Hashem a Temple and home here on this world, we first have to get our own house where His shechina shines from together. Seder night is when we do that.

 

Our Avoda on Pesach is to hear one another. To talk to one another like never before. To listen to our shared goals, our concerns, our fears, our traumas, our hopes and aspirations and values. To hear each other’s questions and to talk about and validate and even connect to each other’s dreams. It’s what we didn’t do when Yosef came to us. He came to us with his sheep. With his goats. With his dreams. He was searching for his brothers. It’s what his father sent him to do. It’s what our Father wants us to do. And we failed.

 

We didn’t see king in those Ketonet Pasim, and we didn’t see the “King” that is inside of him and inside of every yid; in all of our brothers and sisters. The spark of the Melech Malchei Ha’Melachim in each of us.

On this night we are all kings and we need to see that in one another. We treat each other like kings. We pour water, wine for our fellow kings at the table. We recline with them and we dip with them.

 

At the same time we are as well poor with them. We are slaves with them. And we bleed and mourn with them. We’re smelted in that iron furnace, the concentration camps, and the never-ending terror attacks and persecutions of the Egypts of our Exile. This is what we need to undergo to bring us together. It’s how we can fix our families and our homes so that Hashem could skip on top of them and come down to this world. So that He Himself can redeem us and shine out from our homes. From His home. There’s no work left to be done in each house for Him to come into because He is already shining out from within every family. We open the bloody doorpost that evening and get up from our mourning to greet Eliyahu Ha’Navi.  His job, our sages tell us is not to purify the impure, to permit the forbidden, to say one is good and one is bad. All four sons are together as a family in this Seder. We fixed that. His job is only to return the children to their Father. Return the Father to the children. To finally bring us home.

 

The redemption is around the corner this year. The plagues and pandemics are all over. There’s only one thing left to fix. One sacrifice and one tikkun we still have to make. The Satan is working overtime trying to divide our family. The marches, the demonstrations, the rhetoric, the hatred. We are not communicating. We are not listening to each other’s questions. We think we know all the answers. We don’t see each other’s dreams. We don’t see brothers and sisters. We see threats. We see wicked sons. We’re throwing each other into pits. We’re not looking on the blood on the doorpost. We’re missing the goat that is sitting in the middle of the room.

 

But the Satan will not win. One of the amazing things about Pesach that is miraculously built into our Jewish DNA, is that we all have a seder. We all come together as our family needs to. Each home. Each family. We are all eating matza. We are all Kings. We are all desperately hungry for that day to finally come when Eliyahu will join us. When Hashem will be with us. We can do it. We will do it.

 

Yossi my jeep driver told me this week that the one question that nobody asked in the times of the Bais Ha’Mikdash was “where are you making the seder this year”. Everyone was in Yerushalayim. We were all together. May that be the question that we don’t need to ask this year as well.

 

Have a redemptively united Pesach,

 

Rabbi Ephraim Schwartz

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YIDDISH PROVERB OF THE WEEK

 

“Ver shemt zikh fun zeineh mishpocheh, oif dem iz kain brocheh.” - Whoever is ashamed of his family will have no blessings.

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ'S TOUR GUIDE EXAM QUESTION OF THE WEEK

answer below at end of Email

18) Which red flower blooms after the anemone?

Where can you find the plants: Moringa peregrina, Salvadora persica and Calotropis procera

(milkweeds)?

A) Bible Hill

B) Ein Gedi

C) The Lotz cisterns

D) The Ramon Crater (Makhtesh Ramon)

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ’S COOL VIDEO OF THE WEEK

 

https://soundcloud.com/ephraim-schwartz/melech-rachamon   - In honor of Pesach- one of my most beautiful compositions that you really need to sing at every meal on Pesach after you get all vehi she’amda-d out or have had enough of Rechnitze’s V’Hareinu… my Melech Rachaman

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrCK7zLj2U0&t=61s   -Pesach is of course incomplete without Rabbi Schwartzes Schwartz family Shiras HaYam- in Pajamas b’emtza halayla! Vayosha…

 

https://soundcloud.com/ephraim-schwartz/hachaya-yehalilu   – And of course my Ha’chaya Africa animal song is always a good one to accompany your plagues…

feast!

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8c-iuwpkD0   – This song is one of the most beautiful ones that we’ve added to our Pesach Seder- Chasal Siddur Pesach by Shira Chadasha… just beautiful…

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=prTs2rH8Ihg  – Mordechai Shapiro’s Vehi She’amada … why not…

 

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ'S ERA’S AND THEIR PLACES AND PEOPLE IN ISRAEL OF THE WEEK

 

 

Geichazi- 680 BC- With the miraculous cure of the leprosy of Naaman after dipping in the Yarden as per Elisha’s instruction, he becomes a Baal Teshuva. He renounces idolatry and he swears that he will return to his land and never worship anyone but Hashem. He even asks and is granted permission to take back the holy earth of Eretz Yisrael to his land to always remember the miracle and daven on it. As any good goy though, he doesn’t want anything for free. He wants to give Elisha a gift- a “blessing” for his miracle. Elisha though refuses to take anything. He doesn’t want anything to detract from Hashem’s miracle. It wasn’t him. It was Hashem. Just like Avraham our forefather who refuses to take anything from the King of Sodom after the miraculous battle he fouight on his behalf. This is all about Hashem.

 

Elisha’s greedy servant though, Geichazi is not of the same mindset. You don’t leave a potential donor behind. So he goes running after Naaman and hits him up for some silver and some clothing for the prophets. Even worse than that is that he does this in Elisha’s name and even swears to that effect. Naaman, of course dishes up the goods and Geichazi happily returns to Elisha. Yet, he doesn’t remain that way for long.

 

Elisha sees him when he comes in and gets what happened. He knows his student. He gives Geichazi a chance to fess up, and yet when he doesn’t, he gives it to him. He curses Geichazi and tells him that his ill-gotten goods are going to be the source of his grief because the leprosy of Naaman will now fall upon him. The money was given now as an atonement and now he is the proud owner of that atonement in the form of leprosy. It is a terrible lesson. It is an eternal one as well. Tzora’as befalls on one who swears falsely, on one who is greedy, who is stingy and who doesn’t have respect for sages. Geichazi is guilty of all of this and this will follow him for the rest of his life. 

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ TERRIBLE FAMILY JOKES OF THE WEEK

 

Chaim asks his father, “What’s a man?”

His father says, “A man is someone who is responsible and cares for their family.”

Chaim replies, “I hope one day I can be a man just like mommy!”

 

Mom logic: If you fall out of that tree and break your legs, don’t come running to me!

 

What three words solves all of Dad’s problems? “Ask your mother.”

 

My dad always taught me to share my toys with my siblings. It wasn’t that he wanted me to develop social skills, it’s because he was a cheapskate that wanted to spend 50% less money on toys.

 

 Boy: “Dad, can you explain a solar eclipse to me?”

Dad: “No sun.”

 

Berel turned to his son and asked him “Sruli tatteleh, do you think I am a bad father?”

His son responded “ My name is Yitzy…”.

 

Daughter: Mom, what’s it like to have the greatest daughter in the world?

Mom: I don’t know. You’ll have to ask grandma.

 

Moishe told his father “ For $20, I’ll be good.”

Totty said –“ Oh, yeah? When I was your age, I was good for nothing.”

 

Who makes the most money from Father’s Day? Therapists.

 

Parental Truth - To Mom: “I don’t feel good” “Where’s my sock?” “Will you make me a sandwich?” To Dad: “Where’s Mom?”

 

Why is a computer so smart? It listens to its motherboard.

 

 Sweater: Something you wear when your mom gets cold.

 

Gunther the cannibal was pretty late to his cannibal family reunion... ...they gave him the cold shoulder...

 

It never occurred to me how much my parents favored my twin brother until they asked me to pick up the cake for his surprise birthday party.

 

What do you say to your sister when she starts crying? “Are you having a crisis?”

 

Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city. -George Burns

Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops. -Cary Grant

I think a dysfunctional family is any family with more than one person in it. -Mary Karr

Bleeding ulcers run in my family: We give them to each other. -Lois McMaster Bujold

The other night I ate at a real nice family restaurant. Every table had an argument going. -George Carlin

When I was ten, my family moved to Downer’s Grove, Illinois. When I was twelve, I found them. -Emo Phillips

Nothing in life is fun for the whole family. There are no massage parlors with ice cream and free jewelry. -Jerry Seinfeld

Few mistakes can be made by a mother-in-law who is willing to baby-sit. -Anonymous

Insanity is hereditary; you get it from your children. -Sam Levenson

Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern… like bad wallpaper. -Friedrich Nietzsche

 

After nearly 50 years, my grandmother has finally gotten my grandpa to stop biting his nails. She hid his teeth.

 

 What do you call an angry French aunt? A crossaunt.

 

Shaindy a pregnant woman falls into a coma and doesn’t wake up until after her babies are born. She immediately asks the doctor about them.

“Your twins are doing great! You had a boy and a girl. Your brother named them for you.”

Like any sister would be, she was quite displeased. “Oh, no. My brother is an idiot. What’d he name them?” “

Your daughter’s name is Denise,” the doctor began. Shaindy was pleased. That wasn’t so bad.

“And the boy?”

“Denephew.”

 

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The answer to this week”s question is B –Yeah… No clue about this one… and frankly not even interested. It’s erev Pesach so I really should’ve never even wasted time looking up this answer to this one. Botany is not my thing… Certainly not the names of flowers. I’m the “check out those pretty purple flowers” type of guide and that’s pretty much all you’ll get from me. I do happen to know that Kalanit is the anememones or whatever because theyre so beautiful and all over the place. But no clue as to what grows after them. The answer is nurit or  butter cups ot raunculus according to Wiki if you care. As far as the Part II of the question I have no clue. I guessed Bible Hill but the truth is I would’ve definitely skipped this question. The answer is Ein Gedi though. And one of those things is the Sodom Apple. So I got this one wrong…. Back to cleaning for Pesach. So that makes the score as of now  14.5 for Schwartz and 3.5 for Ministry of tourism on this exam so far…

Sunday, February 26, 2023

Houses of Gold- Parshat Teruma 2023 5783

 

Insights and Inspiration

from the

Holy Land

from

Rabbi Ephraim Schwartz

"Your friend in Karmiel"

February 24th 2023 -Volume 12 Issue 19 3rd of Adar 5783

 

Parshat Teruma

Houses of Gold

Not normal. Those are the two words I have repeated the past few hours and I have really only just arrived. What I wouldn’t do for you readers mine, I tell you. It’s pretty insane. How many Rabbi/Tour guides would travel across the desert just to bring you some weekly inspiration and insights? Would travel to the most decadent and opulent place on the planet, just so you could have a better appreciation of Hashem, Klal Yisrael and of course Parshat Teruma, Shekalim and Purim? Who’s your Rabbi, Huh? What I wouldn’t do for you readers… So how about a little sponsorship love back this way at us…? After-all I have to pay for this trip to Dubai one way or another.

Yup, here I am in this absolutely insane city. It’s been a long winter. I don’t think I’ve slept at home for more than three or four nights in a row in the past four months or so, as most of my touring in the winter has been around the Jerusalem area, where I stay at my BNB most of the week to be able to take my tourists from. My wife and kids haven’t seen much of me, not that they’re complaining. After almost two years of Corona of me sitting on the couch they were ready to pay someone to take me on a tour.

Yet, as the season comes to an end with Purim and the spring/summer season getting ready to kick in, there is this small window, where I felt that I could get away for a week with just the wife. That I NEEDED to get away with the wife. See, I felt that it’s important that she spends a week straight with me. That way she’ll remember why she doesn’t miss me that much and why it doesn’t bother her that I’m never around. Even the Rebbetzin deserves a good Rabbi Schwartz tour and quality time as well. After-all she pretty much single-handedly has been raising my children and doing my laundry… and cooking… and cleaning… and Shabbos… and pretty much everything important in my life… besides having moved all over the world with her husband who couldn’t hold a job for too long without getting into trouble. So yes, she deserves a vacation too. So, it’s not just about you guys.

So where do tour guides go when we want to get away? I’m not sure. I don’t think they really do. We love our job too much. We feel it’s a zechus to share Eretz Yisrael with all of those coming here. We’re on Bein Ha’zmanim every day. So, I can’t tell you where tour guides go. But I know what I like to do. I want to see something and someplace new and different. I have no interest in Europe. They’re all Nazis there or collaborators, that killed people in my family. I’m not interested in Greek, Roman or European architecture, history, or even the natural beauty in some of their countries. I have all of that here and better and its mine. It’s ours. (OK maybe the one exception is the Swiss Alps, which is on a bucket list of mine-one day).

Dubai though is something else. Granted, Arabs haven’t always been good to our people- to say the least, and since the Holocaust they’ve pretty much become our biggest enemy- although Esau and Amalek seem to be frighteningly waking up again in your countries. But our sages don’t tell us that there is a rule that Yishmael hates Yaakov- they only say that about goyim that come from Esau, like your next-door neighbors with their white picket fences. Jews historically have fared a lot better historically under the hands of our Muslim cousins than under Christians. And really living in the North of Eretz Yisrael where we really don’t have many- if any nationalistic incidents, and where the Jews and Arabs live pretty well together, got me over that innate terror that frum Americans indoctrinate their children with so that they don’t chas veshalom think about leaving comfortable and safe Boro Park, Lakewood or Monsey and move to Eretz Yisrael.

So why Dubai? Because it sounded cool- oh and tickets were cheap. And I could use my credit card points for free hotels there. Yeah, that was important too. In fact, a week here is probably definitely cheaper than three four days in Eilat would’ve cost me. But its really not normal, as I started out by what I’ve seen here. It’s gashmiyus, opulence and decadence taken to levels not even dreamed of.

We really just started sight-seeing today, and so I’m sure I’ll have a lot more to tell you next week or whenever else I can squeeze this stuff into my parsha e-mail someway or another. But, it’s been mind -blowing. We took a ferry ride through the Dubai Canal and it’s crazy. Man-made islands. Do you know what it takes to make a man-made island? Just 2.3 Billion dollars and 3.3 billion cubic feet of sand; enough to fill the entire Empire State Building 2.5 times. There are islands shaped like the world where these Sheiks could buy their own “country”.

There is of course the tallest building in the world here; the Burj el Khalif -with a kosher restaurant in it-by the way that I should be eating in next week. Keep your eyes on my statuses… It’s twice the size of the Empire State building with 160 floors and standing at almost 3000 feet high. There’s the Burj El Arab hotel where you can pay $27,000 for the fanciest suite at the worlds only 7 Star hotel with amenities like gold plated iPhone and Ispads for their guests, private butlers, helipads, indoor waterfalls and gold plated toilets- where you can make an asher yatzar afterwards la’mehadrin min ha’mehadrin. And of course you have the Atlantis underwater hotel with rooms underwater where you can sleep with fish and 14 karat gold shower gel. As I said insane…

The city has the tallest Ferris wheel in the world, the incredible malls with recreated huge artificial ski resorts indoors, as well as rainforests in middle of this Desert country. Aquariums, swimming with Sharks and the police drive around in million-dollar Ferarris. Who thinks of this stuff? They do… and you know who else does? Hashem, us and this week’s Parsha.

See, last week we read Parshat Shekalim- so money has been on my mind. We are told that from the first of Adar they would be mashmieem al ha’shekalim- they would announce that one should donate their shekalim to the Temple for the annual campaign for the daily offerings. And so, to fulfill that ancient purpose there is no better place to “hear” that sound of shekalim- or Durams than here in Dubai.

As well, I open up this week’s portion and it is full of extravagance, splendor, glory and gold. Lots and lots of gold and precious stones. Yet, unlike our cousins here in the United Emirates who are building edifices to their own glory and opulence, we are commanded to do the same and even more for what was only meant to be a temporary few weeks structure called the Mishkan that would be obsolete one we arrived after a few weeks journey through the midbar to the Holy Land. Wrap your brains around that concept Achmed!

See, the Mishkan, that this week’s parsha tells us Hashem commanded us to build and to fundraise for, was just for our flight here to Eretz Yisrael. We didn’t know, and it wasn’t supposed to be a 40-year home for Hashem, or even the few centuries one that it turned out to last for after we came to Eretz Yisrael. We were meant to build a Bais HaMikdash. The Mishkan was just a temporary caravan until we arrived and built the permanent home for Hashem in Yerushalayim. Yet, there has been no structure in the history of mankind that had so much gold, money, and investment shtupped into it for what was meant to be just a few week traveling synagogue. And that my friends is something that I have been wrapping my brain around since I got here, because the question I think begs itself. Why?

Let me start by saying, that Hashem doesn’t need gold plated toilets. He doesn’t need fancy rooms, suites, or luxury yachts. He doesn’t need sacrifices and gourmet goats, sheep, and filet mignon that we bring to Him in the Beis HaMikdash. Yet He created us with an appreciation of all of the above so that we can take it all and bring it home to Him. So that we can say that everything beautiful and incredible and glorious and expensive, I want to share and bring to You. It’s all hevel havalim- its nothing if all it is a monument to the money I fooled myself into believing I made “on my own”, when I struck some black oil or gold that comes up from the ground and sold it to the world. And it’s the holiest of the holiest thing in the world when I take everything that I found after 210 years slaving in Egypt and that Hashem gave me after miraculously taking me out of Mitzrayim and handing me all that Egyptian wealth in a 22 Karat gold Pita with Hummus on the banks of the Yam Suf, and I then turn to Hashem and say it’s all for you.

It wasn’t my reparations. It wasn’t money that I deserve. It really doesn’t even do anything too meaningful for me. The best thing I can do with all of this, is build You something special. To tell the world how a few weeks with You in Your palace, that I was able to have a part in building is worth more than anything else. Ha’Gaiva V’Hagedula, HaHod V’Hahadar, Ha’Oisher V’Hakavod- all the glory, wealth, honor and magnificence is all l’chai Olamim- to our Eternal Living God and King.

But there is something even more precious and expensive than the gold that lines this building. Shlomo Ha’Melech describes the Temple as tocho ratzuf ahava- its’ interior is plated with love. Gold, Silver, Diamonds they’re all pretty beautiful and expensive things- but what Hashem sees and for Him what this is all about is that love with which we brought it to Him. Me’eis kol Is asher yidveinu libo- He wants us to bring our hearts to Him. These Arabs are building palaces to themselves, they’re full of ego. They’re full of arrogance. They’re desperate gasps of breath to try to create some meaningful legacy to themselves. They forgot or don’t realize how temporal their existence is. I’m a tour guide. I could tell them. I travel all over Israel and see stones, ruins, little pieces of plaster with colored fresco or broken marble columns and a few gold engraved coins with the pictures of the tens of thousands of Kings, Despots, Knights, Crusaders, Sultans and rulers that have lived and died and tried to create those same lasting testimonies that they were once here and existed. And that’s all that’s left of them, as will be left of all of this Dubai in a few hundred years.

There’s only one thing that’s Chai Olamim. It may seem short term and it may be for a building just a few months in the wilderness, but it’s a connection to Hashem. It’s the only worthwhile investment. It’s the paradigm shift we underwent when we first made all our money as a nation at the banks of the Red Sea. It set us on the right track to understanding the function and only real purpose that the money and wealth will ever give us. It’s what we can give to Him.

All of this is of course the prelude to Purim. The Purim story takes place not long after the destruction of that temple. We lost it all. Yet perhaps even more frightening is that we almost lost us all as well. We were assimilating. We were happy and settling in to our new country of Persia. We had big houses and the story starts off with one huge decadent Dubai level display of Money, Gold, feasting, decadence and opulence. And we get sucked into that. We eat on the vessels that were from the Temple. Our Rabbi’s that are telling us that are not only telling us history and our crimes but perhaps even homiletically what our sin was. The gold vessels were meant for the Temple. For the Mishkan. For Hashem. We’re not Achashveiroshes. We’re not Persians. We’re not Emiratees. We’re not decadent and opulent. We see, gold vessels, jewels and $300 steaks and $1000 wine cask and we say l’kavod Shabbos Kodesh. This is all for Hashem. That’s where it’s at. That’s what its all about. It needs to come back home. We need to come back home.

Purim, we learned that lesson only when they came to kill us. There’s generally nothing that will wake someone up to the meaninglessness of the pursuit of money and wealth than standing on death’s door. That it’s all hevel havalim.  Purim became the happiest moment of our Jewish year and it still is today, because of that epiphany. We dress up. We prance around in fancy costumes like Achashveirosh and Zeresh and Haman and we say it’s all a bluff. B’rosam yachad techeles Mordechai- when we saw that blue string of Mordechai and realized that all the wealth is Techelet-is meant to direct our eyes and pockets to Hashem- then Teshuosom hayisa la’netzach. Then our salvation was eternal. It was not Dubai. It was forever. Eternal.

I sit here in my fancy leather recliner at this ornate desk in my luxurious (free thanks to my IHG points) hotel room while my wife sleeps on this huge really comfortable  lavish beds writing this and I’m filled with awe of this city. Hashem created us with such incredible abilities and shei’fos to build mind-blowing glorious edifices. Towers, palaces, islands, worlds and the only thing that I want to do with all of that is build something for Him. To give the world a holy Dubai filled with the glory of Hashem shining out from His Temple Mountain in the glorious country He promised to bring us to. Look what they have made, Totty. They think they are Kings and Sheiks, but we your children are the true princes. The world doesn’t need another Dubai. It’s waiting for your glory-not theirs to shine out. Help us finally build that. It’s not Dubai- but Di’vei Malka- the palace and dwelling of the one King we really have been waiting to visit and build. That will be the tourist site the whole world needs and is waiting to see and to build.

Have a moiridikeh happy Shabbos Mevorchim Adar!

 

Rabbi Ephraim Schwartz 

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YIDDISH PROVERB OF THE WEEK

 

““Es shtumeh di tsinger ven du host in kesheneh klinger”- The tongue is silenced when in the pockets there is a jingle.

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ'S TOUR GUIDE EXAM QUESTION OF THE WEEK

answer below at end of Email

12) The "Matan Torah" holiday (revelation of the Torah) is also called:

The "Simchat Tora" holiday marks:

A) Simchat Beit HaShoeiva

B) finalizing the Torah by Ezra the Scribe

C) the conclusion and beginning of the annual cycle of Torah readings

D) the discovery of the Torah scroll by King Josiah

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ’S COOL VIDEO OF THE WEEK

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zyxAQ8RpzPI   –It’s the song in my head all week- L’chai Olamim Shapiro, Dubb and Benny…

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaeeLgVCaJQ     -Yaakov Shewekeys latest Rabbi Zlotowitz tribute V’ahaier eneinu- beautiful song for an incredible person

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekvLMs9Jtbk  – The latest Bardak- Tenuva ad… can never get enough of this guy..

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWkAWzXIzCE   – Top Ten Dubai Sites

 

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/JuAOFg3-QrQ  – Sorotzkin Hevel Havalim… viral video

 

https://soundcloud.com/ephraim-schwartz/techelet-mordechai  - And course my Techelet Mordechai song!

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ'S ERA’S AND THEIR PLACES AND PEOPLE IN ISRAEL OF THE WEEK

 

Geichazi 690 BC- With the Shunamite woman coming to Elisha at Mt. Carmel, to ask for his miracle to resurrect her child we are introduced to the figure of the student of Elisha, Geichazi, who had been the one to first tell Elisha that she needed a child. Elisha sends Geichazi with his staff to place on top of the boy and revive him, yet he cautions him not to greet or respond to greetings along the way. Do the job. Get it done and don’t mess around. Elisha is trying to train his student as did his Rebbi, yet Geichazi is no Elisha. Or perhaps even more significantly Elisha may not even be an Eliyahu.

 

The reason why he cautioned him not to talk to someone is because he wanted him to realize that this has nothing to do with him. He’s merely a staff and pawn in the hands of Hashem. Don’t make a show about it. It’s not about you. Geichazi though still has a bit of a ego. So according to Chazal as he went, he waved the staff of Elisha and when people asked him what he was doing he responded and told them. Technically he didn’t break Elisha’s rule of greeting anyone, yet his work around loophole messed it up. The staff didn’t work.

 

There’s an incredible story of the ARI’Zl the 15th century Tzfat mystic who once came to the Bris of one of the children of his students who hadn’t had kids for many years, and then upon receiving the blessing of the ARI, was blessed with a child after the year. The ARI came late to the Bris and told them that this happened because he was stopped by a loud barking dog on the way. Conveniently being able to speak the language of animals (kabbalistically) the ARI revealed that the dog was in fact the spark of the soul of a dog that was resurrected by Elisha. It seems the Midrash tells us that on the way to resurrect the child, Geichazi decided to give the staff of Elisha a try himself and he used it on a dead dog. That’s the reason why the staff didn’t work a second time for the child. The dog thus felt bad and came back to the world to rectify that sin, that he had been the cause of the child not being resurrected by Geichazi.

 

The ARI told the dog that he had to sacrifice his life for the Jewish people and all of a sudden it came running into the house and jumped into the fire and pot where fish was cooking. It turns out, the fish had been poisoned by a jealous neighbor. The dog saved their lives and thus received his tikkun. There’s nothing like a good ARI”Zl story to tell you the rest of the scoop.

 

We will learn more about Geichazi in coming weeks, yet already at this point we see that Elisha is not successful in guiding him properly.

 

RABBI SCHWARTZ’S TERRIBLE HOMEWORK JOKES OF THE WEEK

 

Four men are standing on a street corner one is from Russia, one from North Korea, one from Dubai, and one from New York.

A reporter comes upon them standing there and says, "Excuse me, what do you think about the meat shortage?"

The man from Russia says, "What's meat?"

The man from North Korea says, "What's think?"

The man from Dubai says, "What's shortage?"

The man from New York says, "What's excuse me?".

 

What is the difference between people in Dubai and Abu Dhabi? People in Dubai don't like the Flintstones, but people in Abu Dhabi do!

 

No joke, Dubai spent billions on a bunch of man-made islands and they are now sinking. I guess all the money in the world can't help erect-isle dysfunction.  (yeah… I know… but couldn’t resist…)

 

The son of a wealthy oil sheik sends an email to his father in Dubai

Subject: arrived.

Hi dad, Oxford is fantastic, everyone is very friendly and it is very nice here, but ... I don't feel so easy when I come to my university in my pure golden Ferrari, while my fellow students and even my professors come by train. Salaam, Nasser.

 The next day, Nasser receives an answer from his father: “Sorry, son, I didn't know that. I just transferred 20 million dollars to your account. That way you can also buy a train yourself. Greetings,

Daddy.

 

During a flight in a private jet, three millionaires are talking: A Frenchman, an Arab Sheik and a New Yorker. At a certain point in the travel, they wanted to know where in the world they are. But the

French guy has an idea and says:

"I think we are in France. Let me confirm"

So he opens his window and put his arm out. "I was right. Just touched the torch of

the Eiffel Tower!"

They close the window and continue traveling. Some hours later, the same question appears again, and the Arab says: "I think we're in Dubai. Lemme check."

He opens the window and put his arm out.

"Yes, Dubai it is! I've touched the pinnacle of the Burj Khalifa!"

Later on, the same question. The Ne Yorker finally said: "My turn. I'm sure we're in New York

now." He opens the window and put his arm out.

"Yes, as I said. We're in Manhattan my friends!"

"Did you touch the Statue of Libery, didn't you?"

"Absolutely not. My hand doesn't reach anything"

"So how do you know we're in New York?"

"That was easy. When I pulled my arm back my Rolex was gone!

"

I told my mate I was going to open a shop in Saudi Arabia.

“Dubai” he asked?

“Yes” I replied, “And sell”

 

When do Arabs return their library books? the day they're Dubai.

 

What size lumber is used to build homes in Dubai? Dubai fours

I was on a trip to Dubai, and in my stay, I met a rich man Over time, we actually became friends, and he told me about this shoes company he owns. He said:

Each pair of shoes we manufacture costs us about 2$, and we manage to sell them for 250$

What?! this is insane, why is it so expensive, ? I asked

Well I actually tried to make them cheaper for 25$ each

Then what happend?

People stopped buying them

 

What did they call the arab dairy farmer who became the chief? A milk sheikh

Who is the strongest Arab in the world? The Protein Sheikh

 

A golfer is walking down the road carrying his clubs when he sees an Arab being held up at gunpoint. He pulls out a wedge and smashes it over the back of the robber's head, knocking him unconscious.

"You probably saved my life," says the grateful Arab. "I am a member of the Saudi Royal Family and I have the power and money to give you anything you desire as a reward."

The golfer glances at his golf bag.

"Some new golf clubs would be nice," he says.

Two weeks later, the Sheikh's secretary calls him up.

"We've got your golf clubs," she says, "but the Sheikh would like to apologise to you in advance: only three of them have swimming pools."

 

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The answer to this week”s question is C – Questions like this one make me wonder about the Jewish education system. Really?! Every Kindergarten kid should know this. Yet, you have to realize that many of the guides in this country are not even Jewish. The majority of tourists here are not Jewish. They are Christians, Koreans, Africans and European goyim. In fact just yesterday I got a call from an agent about taking a bunch of Indian Budhists… So these questions are really to challenge the non- Jewish guides so that they know basic Jewish stuff and holidays as well. Which I guess is not a bad thing. But for frum guides like myself this is an easy throw away question. Of course everyone knows that Shavuos is our Matan Torah day and the Simchas Torah is when we complete and start the reading of the Torah cycle. Which I guess is confusing concept for most goyim. So the score is now 9.5 for Schwartz and 2.5 for Ministry of tourism on this exam so far…